Remember When
Title: Remember When
Written by: deviant_queen
Pairing: Brian/Emmett
Genre: Friendship, PWP, Fluff, Warm, Fuzzy, Christmas Story, Gapfiller
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Brian and Emmett reminisce about the good 'ole days. Made for quinn222 for the scrooged Secret Santa community.
"Now click your heels and say it three times and say it, 'There's no place like home'," Emmett told Ted as they walked into his apartment with bags of food. He sauntered into the kitchen where Brian was to put the groceries away as Ted drawled about them not having to do all of this for him.
"One-stop-shopping at the Big-Q Mart," Michael told him proudly, arms spread wide.
"It's nice," Ted told them. "Only...could anyone tell me why I had to stay there three days after I woke up?"
"They wanted to make sure you were still alive," Emmett said.
"On your best days, it's hard to tell," Brian teased as he handed Emmett something to put in the refrigerator.
Michael went on to tell Ted about his missing dildos. "Well, I expect all 33 back...clean," he told them. Emmett huffed a laugh. "You should eat something, honey."
Ted shook his head, "Not hungry." He started toward his bedroom.
"We bought you a whole fucking chicken," Michael complained. "And you're gonna eat it," Brian added.
Michael followed Ted to his room, leaving Brian and Emmett to finish putting everything away.
As they finished, Brian glanced over at Ted's pictures lined up on the counter. Some of Michael, some of Emmett, some of Ted's family. When his eyes fell upon one of Emmett in a bright red Santa hat, he smirked. It was from one of Debbie's annual Christmas parties a few years back. If you looked real close, you could see a 20-something year-old Brian in the background flipping off the camera. Brian snickered and picked up the picture.
"What's so funny?" Emmett's voice came from behind him.
"Remember this?" Brian asked him, holding up the picture.
Emmett walked over to him, studied the photo for a few seconds, and laughed bitterly. "Yeah, how could I forget?" he said sarcastically.
Flashback: 1997
"Ok, boys, I'm going to head to bed. I'm exhausted."
Emmett smiled. "Okay, we'll finish cleaning up and head on home," he told her and she nodded, starting up the stairs.
"We?" Brian asked, putting on his jacket. Emmett looked up at him.
"Yes, we."
"As in you and…"
Emmett sighed. "Are you gonna stay and help me or not?"
"Not," he replied quickly.
"Do you think I'm going to beg you to stay?" Emmett asked incredulously.
Brian smirked at him. "Hmmm, that might be nice."
Emmett scoffed and turned toward the kitchen, secretly trying to hide his blush. "Just stay and help me clean up. Then you can go and…do whatever it is you do." He heard Brian sigh and begin to remove his jacket once again. He smirked to himself.
Brian and Emmett hadn't known each other for long. Just about a year ago, Michael had met Emmett at Babylon and introduced him to Ted and Brian. Almost immediately, he became a member of the group, like he'd known the boys all his life.
Emmett, of course, was attracted to Brian from the start. The man was hot, no one could doubt that. They flirted aimlessly whenever around one another, but Emmett knew that was just how Brian was. He knew he could have anyone he wanted and took advantage of it. Emmett knew it was all fun and games and probably would never lead anywhere. But still, Brian was just so fun to flirt with; Em couldn't pass it up.
Brian sauntered into the kitchen to help Emmett with the dishes. "You wash, I rinse," he told him.
Emmett laughed, "Right, wouldn't want to get any dirt under those nails." Brian nodded. They bumped shoulders when Emmett reached to turn on the water faucet. He looked up at Brian, whose face was only centimeters away. Realizing what he was about to do, he laughed nervously and stood up straight once again, reaching for the dishes on the counter.
After they finished the dishes, Emmett straightened up the living room while Brian finished up in the kitchen, or rather pretended he was finishing up in the kitchen.
Emmett threw away the last plastic cup from the coffee table and sighed. "Well, I guess that's it. See? It wasn't too horrible, was it?"
"More than you know," Brian told him, sounding bored out of his mind.
Emmett rolled his eyes and walked over to the coat rack to get his peach-colored coat and matching scarf and gloves. All of a sudden, he felt Brian's warm body pressing against his from behind and Brian's hot breath on the back of his neck. Emmett's breath caught in his throat.
"Look up," Brian told him breathily, sending a chill down Emmett's spine. He looked up slowly, knowing exactly what was above his head. He sighed.
"You know what we have to do now, don’t you?" Brian asked him.
Emmett scoffed, silently cursing the sexy-voiced man behind him for being so damn…well, sexy. "Yeah…right."
He heard a mocking laugh behind him. "What? You don't want to?" Emmett tried to slow his heartbeat, now mentally kicking himself for being so easy. "You wouldn't want to ruin my holiday spirit, would you, Emmett?" he asked, running his hands up Emmett's thinly clothed arms, causing him to close his eyes.
"You don't have holiday spirit in one bone of your body," he told the man behind him. He could feel his pants tighten as his excitement grew. He just wanted to run for the door, but at the same time he wanted to stay and see where this would lead.
"Now, now…that's not true. As a matter of fact, the mistletoe is my favorite holiday tradition."
"I wonder why," Emmett shot back, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
Brian pressed his body even closer against Emmett's. "Why don't you turn around and find out?" he whispered.
Emmett was torn. What was he supposed to do? He half expected Brian to laugh at the fact that Emmett would think anything at all would happen between them. But as he felt Brian's hardening dick against his ass, he decided he might as well give it a shot. It couldn't hurt anything, could it?
Slowly, he turned around to face Brian, trying his hardest to not let Brian see the lust in his eyes, or hear his labored breathing. Before he could think about anything, Brian leaned down, pressing his soft lips against Emmett's. Suddenly, he felt himself being pressed up against the wall as Brian deepened the kiss. He ran his tongue along Emmett's lower lip before slyly slipping it into his mouth.
Emmett couldn't suppress the moan that escaped his mouth and he felt Brian's tongue glide against his. He finally found the courage to bring his hands up to the back of Brian's neck, pulling him impossibly closer.
As the kiss got even more passionate, Brian reached down to pull Emmett's shirt above his head. Emmett could think about nothing else but feeling his skin against Brian's. He began to unbutton Brian's shirt, but grew impatient and quickly ripped it open and tore it from Brian's shoulders.
Brian pulled back and chuckled. "You owe me a shirt, buddy." Emmett didn't respond, he just pulled Brian's mouth to his again, immediately shoving his tongue into his friend's mouth. Brian let out a little moan when Emmett grabbed at his ass, grinding their crotches together.
Suddenly, Brian broke the kiss and reached to unbutton Emmett's jeans as Em scrambled to do the same to him. His fingers brushed up against Brian's taut stomach, desperate to continue before his courage ran out. As soon as both of their pants were unbuttoned and unzipped, Emmett leaned up to resume their kissing.
Brian struggled to get Emmett's jeans down to his knees. When he finally succeeded, he whipped Emmett around, pressing him up against the wall. Emmett hissed as he felt the smooth, cold wall up against his nipples, instantly hardening them.
He closed his eyes and leaned his head up against the wall as he listened to the sounds of Brian pushing his designer jeans down to his knees, and then the sounds of him ripping open a condom wrapper with his teeth, spitting it to the floor. Then he heard the sound of Brian reaching into his jacket for lube, popping off the cap and squirting some onto his fingers, and then some onto his now condom-covered cock. There was a silence, and then Brian's hands were on him again. He grabbed at Emmett's hip with one hand and slowly moved his fingers to Emmett's hole, teasing him at first, and then pushing one in.
Emmett moaned as Brian added a second finger, and then finally a third, scissoring them together, preparing him. In and out, in and out, in and out. It was almost too much to bear as Emmett became antsy, groaning and pushing Brian's fingers further into him.
He heard Brian chuckle behind him and then felt him pull his fingers out of his body. Emmett sighed at the loss, but was soon satisfied once again, as he felt the head of Brian's dick at his entrance. He silently braced himself, grabbing at the wall as if something to hold onto would magically appear if he wanted it enough.
Soon, Brian began slowly…agonizingly working his hard cock into Emmett's waiting hole. Emmett reached around to grab onto Brian's thigh, pulling him in quicker. Suddenly, he felt Brian's body press tightly against his again, realizing that his friend was now completely inside him. He smiled to himself, content.
Brian began to move, slowly at first. Emmett met every thrust with enthusiasm, moaning as Brian hit his prostate every so often. After they began developing a rhythm, Emmett wanted, he needed, more. "Faster," he whispered urgently.
"My pleasure," he heard Brian moan his answer. Almost immediately he felt Brian pick up the pace. Emmett's eyes rolled back into his head as he felt himself nearing orgasm.
As if he sensed this, Brian reached around and softly ran his hand down Emmett's chest, stopping to tweak both nipples, causing Emmett to moan quietly, almost desperately. Finally, his hand found Emmett's dick, and wrapping his fingers around it he began to jerk him off.
They were both panting uncontrollably, the pungent smell of sex and sweat filling the air around them. Knowing Emmett was getting closer and closer to climax, he began pounding harder, increasing the pace of his strokes to Emmett's rock hard cock.
Feeling the tingling in the base of his spine, Emmett knew it was time. He threw his head back, biting his lip to keep from screaming as he shot his load into Brian's hand. Feeling the contractions of Emmett's asshole around his dick, Brian leaned his forehead against Emmett's shoulder and groaned his release.
As they both caught their breath once again, Brian sighed and removed his softening dick from Emmett's ass. Emmett groaned in protest and Brian huffed a laugh, reaching for a few tissues on the side table close by, quickly cleaning up as Emmett got himself together.
They both looked up when they heard Debbie's booming voice from the top of the stairs. "What the fuck is going on down there?"
Brian laughed at the memory. "That was hot."
Emmett sighed and rolled his eyes. "I've had better," he said confidently, but with a raised eyebrow glance from Brian, he laughed, because they both knew the truth.
Brian shook his head at his flamboyant friend as he walked back towards Ted's bedroom. "You still owe me a new shirt, by the way," he tossed over his shoulder.
Written by: deviant_queen
Pairing: Brian/Emmett
Genre: Friendship, PWP, Fluff, Warm, Fuzzy, Christmas Story, Gapfiller
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Brian and Emmett reminisce about the good 'ole days. Made for quinn222 for the scrooged Secret Santa community.
"Now click your heels and say it three times and say it, 'There's no place like home'," Emmett told Ted as they walked into his apartment with bags of food. He sauntered into the kitchen where Brian was to put the groceries away as Ted drawled about them not having to do all of this for him.
"One-stop-shopping at the Big-Q Mart," Michael told him proudly, arms spread wide.
"It's nice," Ted told them. "Only...could anyone tell me why I had to stay there three days after I woke up?"
"They wanted to make sure you were still alive," Emmett said.
"On your best days, it's hard to tell," Brian teased as he handed Emmett something to put in the refrigerator.
Michael went on to tell Ted about his missing dildos. "Well, I expect all 33 back...clean," he told them. Emmett huffed a laugh. "You should eat something, honey."
Ted shook his head, "Not hungry." He started toward his bedroom.
"We bought you a whole fucking chicken," Michael complained. "And you're gonna eat it," Brian added.
Michael followed Ted to his room, leaving Brian and Emmett to finish putting everything away.
As they finished, Brian glanced over at Ted's pictures lined up on the counter. Some of Michael, some of Emmett, some of Ted's family. When his eyes fell upon one of Emmett in a bright red Santa hat, he smirked. It was from one of Debbie's annual Christmas parties a few years back. If you looked real close, you could see a 20-something year-old Brian in the background flipping off the camera. Brian snickered and picked up the picture.
"What's so funny?" Emmett's voice came from behind him.
"Remember this?" Brian asked him, holding up the picture.
Emmett walked over to him, studied the photo for a few seconds, and laughed bitterly. "Yeah, how could I forget?" he said sarcastically.
Flashback: 1997
"Ok, boys, I'm going to head to bed. I'm exhausted."
Emmett smiled. "Okay, we'll finish cleaning up and head on home," he told her and she nodded, starting up the stairs.
"We?" Brian asked, putting on his jacket. Emmett looked up at him.
"Yes, we."
"As in you and…"
Emmett sighed. "Are you gonna stay and help me or not?"
"Not," he replied quickly.
"Do you think I'm going to beg you to stay?" Emmett asked incredulously.
Brian smirked at him. "Hmmm, that might be nice."
Emmett scoffed and turned toward the kitchen, secretly trying to hide his blush. "Just stay and help me clean up. Then you can go and…do whatever it is you do." He heard Brian sigh and begin to remove his jacket once again. He smirked to himself.
Brian and Emmett hadn't known each other for long. Just about a year ago, Michael had met Emmett at Babylon and introduced him to Ted and Brian. Almost immediately, he became a member of the group, like he'd known the boys all his life.
Emmett, of course, was attracted to Brian from the start. The man was hot, no one could doubt that. They flirted aimlessly whenever around one another, but Emmett knew that was just how Brian was. He knew he could have anyone he wanted and took advantage of it. Emmett knew it was all fun and games and probably would never lead anywhere. But still, Brian was just so fun to flirt with; Em couldn't pass it up.
Brian sauntered into the kitchen to help Emmett with the dishes. "You wash, I rinse," he told him.
Emmett laughed, "Right, wouldn't want to get any dirt under those nails." Brian nodded. They bumped shoulders when Emmett reached to turn on the water faucet. He looked up at Brian, whose face was only centimeters away. Realizing what he was about to do, he laughed nervously and stood up straight once again, reaching for the dishes on the counter.
After they finished the dishes, Emmett straightened up the living room while Brian finished up in the kitchen, or rather pretended he was finishing up in the kitchen.
Emmett threw away the last plastic cup from the coffee table and sighed. "Well, I guess that's it. See? It wasn't too horrible, was it?"
"More than you know," Brian told him, sounding bored out of his mind.
Emmett rolled his eyes and walked over to the coat rack to get his peach-colored coat and matching scarf and gloves. All of a sudden, he felt Brian's warm body pressing against his from behind and Brian's hot breath on the back of his neck. Emmett's breath caught in his throat.
"Look up," Brian told him breathily, sending a chill down Emmett's spine. He looked up slowly, knowing exactly what was above his head. He sighed.
"You know what we have to do now, don’t you?" Brian asked him.
Emmett scoffed, silently cursing the sexy-voiced man behind him for being so damn…well, sexy. "Yeah…right."
He heard a mocking laugh behind him. "What? You don't want to?" Emmett tried to slow his heartbeat, now mentally kicking himself for being so easy. "You wouldn't want to ruin my holiday spirit, would you, Emmett?" he asked, running his hands up Emmett's thinly clothed arms, causing him to close his eyes.
"You don't have holiday spirit in one bone of your body," he told the man behind him. He could feel his pants tighten as his excitement grew. He just wanted to run for the door, but at the same time he wanted to stay and see where this would lead.
"Now, now…that's not true. As a matter of fact, the mistletoe is my favorite holiday tradition."
"I wonder why," Emmett shot back, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
Brian pressed his body even closer against Emmett's. "Why don't you turn around and find out?" he whispered.
Emmett was torn. What was he supposed to do? He half expected Brian to laugh at the fact that Emmett would think anything at all would happen between them. But as he felt Brian's hardening dick against his ass, he decided he might as well give it a shot. It couldn't hurt anything, could it?
Slowly, he turned around to face Brian, trying his hardest to not let Brian see the lust in his eyes, or hear his labored breathing. Before he could think about anything, Brian leaned down, pressing his soft lips against Emmett's. Suddenly, he felt himself being pressed up against the wall as Brian deepened the kiss. He ran his tongue along Emmett's lower lip before slyly slipping it into his mouth.
Emmett couldn't suppress the moan that escaped his mouth and he felt Brian's tongue glide against his. He finally found the courage to bring his hands up to the back of Brian's neck, pulling him impossibly closer.
As the kiss got even more passionate, Brian reached down to pull Emmett's shirt above his head. Emmett could think about nothing else but feeling his skin against Brian's. He began to unbutton Brian's shirt, but grew impatient and quickly ripped it open and tore it from Brian's shoulders.
Brian pulled back and chuckled. "You owe me a shirt, buddy." Emmett didn't respond, he just pulled Brian's mouth to his again, immediately shoving his tongue into his friend's mouth. Brian let out a little moan when Emmett grabbed at his ass, grinding their crotches together.
Suddenly, Brian broke the kiss and reached to unbutton Emmett's jeans as Em scrambled to do the same to him. His fingers brushed up against Brian's taut stomach, desperate to continue before his courage ran out. As soon as both of their pants were unbuttoned and unzipped, Emmett leaned up to resume their kissing.
Brian struggled to get Emmett's jeans down to his knees. When he finally succeeded, he whipped Emmett around, pressing him up against the wall. Emmett hissed as he felt the smooth, cold wall up against his nipples, instantly hardening them.
He closed his eyes and leaned his head up against the wall as he listened to the sounds of Brian pushing his designer jeans down to his knees, and then the sounds of him ripping open a condom wrapper with his teeth, spitting it to the floor. Then he heard the sound of Brian reaching into his jacket for lube, popping off the cap and squirting some onto his fingers, and then some onto his now condom-covered cock. There was a silence, and then Brian's hands were on him again. He grabbed at Emmett's hip with one hand and slowly moved his fingers to Emmett's hole, teasing him at first, and then pushing one in.
Emmett moaned as Brian added a second finger, and then finally a third, scissoring them together, preparing him. In and out, in and out, in and out. It was almost too much to bear as Emmett became antsy, groaning and pushing Brian's fingers further into him.
He heard Brian chuckle behind him and then felt him pull his fingers out of his body. Emmett sighed at the loss, but was soon satisfied once again, as he felt the head of Brian's dick at his entrance. He silently braced himself, grabbing at the wall as if something to hold onto would magically appear if he wanted it enough.
Soon, Brian began slowly…agonizingly working his hard cock into Emmett's waiting hole. Emmett reached around to grab onto Brian's thigh, pulling him in quicker. Suddenly, he felt Brian's body press tightly against his again, realizing that his friend was now completely inside him. He smiled to himself, content.
Brian began to move, slowly at first. Emmett met every thrust with enthusiasm, moaning as Brian hit his prostate every so often. After they began developing a rhythm, Emmett wanted, he needed, more. "Faster," he whispered urgently.
"My pleasure," he heard Brian moan his answer. Almost immediately he felt Brian pick up the pace. Emmett's eyes rolled back into his head as he felt himself nearing orgasm.
As if he sensed this, Brian reached around and softly ran his hand down Emmett's chest, stopping to tweak both nipples, causing Emmett to moan quietly, almost desperately. Finally, his hand found Emmett's dick, and wrapping his fingers around it he began to jerk him off.
They were both panting uncontrollably, the pungent smell of sex and sweat filling the air around them. Knowing Emmett was getting closer and closer to climax, he began pounding harder, increasing the pace of his strokes to Emmett's rock hard cock.
Feeling the tingling in the base of his spine, Emmett knew it was time. He threw his head back, biting his lip to keep from screaming as he shot his load into Brian's hand. Feeling the contractions of Emmett's asshole around his dick, Brian leaned his forehead against Emmett's shoulder and groaned his release.
As they both caught their breath once again, Brian sighed and removed his softening dick from Emmett's ass. Emmett groaned in protest and Brian huffed a laugh, reaching for a few tissues on the side table close by, quickly cleaning up as Emmett got himself together.
They both looked up when they heard Debbie's booming voice from the top of the stairs. "What the fuck is going on down there?"
Brian laughed at the memory. "That was hot."
Emmett sighed and rolled his eyes. "I've had better," he said confidently, but with a raised eyebrow glance from Brian, he laughed, because they both knew the truth.
Brian shook his head at his flamboyant friend as he walked back towards Ted's bedroom. "You still owe me a new shirt, by the way," he tossed over his shoulder.